Of carnivores and feeble frills

In tears that germinate in ice-cold wine
you sought my mistress in the shadow’s dance
a demon born from absence and decline
of constant confirmations of romance.
When kisses were forgotten for finance
you sought another reason, not in bills
and in my eyes you sought a wicked glance,
affirming that I searched for other thrills.
“I’m not just ornaments and feeble frills”,
and suddenly creations of your mind
were present in our room I felt the chill
of carnivores and beasts — I had been blind.
You’re still my perfume-tiger, blazing source
I’ve found in you: my songs, my wells of force.

desire still remains, but still that sense of distrust. The predatory animals work perfectly for that. Nicely done! And just a grammatical point if you don’t mind: Fourth last line, I believe, should begin with “were” instead of “was”, as it refers back to creations rather than mind.